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Prologue

"Where is our Messiah when we need him?"

More fires were set by the Machana Army to Chuckalandr, the peaceful, harmless village.

"He is never going to be here in time!" said a villager. "Men will kill us before daybreak."

"He will, I know it," the other villager of Chuckalandr whispered in hope.

Suddenly, a soldier decapitated the two. Blood oozed from their heads and fell to the ground. Although, they hid between two large boulders, the boulders were just wide enough for a horse to get through.

No one knew what the battle was for. The leader of the raid, General Lios, came to the home of a fair maiden. The woman hid in the wardrobe closet with her clinging to her face. She was at a friend's house in her favorite dress when the fighting broke out. Her friend told her to leave and hide in her house. Her milky white skin was hot and wet from tears and smelled of wonderful fragrances. While she hid in her closet, she prayed to God that they would go away.

Her prayer was not answered. The door to the wardrobe closet opened and General Lios snapped his fingers before she could jump up. The soldiers dragged her out of the closet by her arms. She kicked and screamed to get out of their grasp. Suddenly a searing pain came from her head to her toes. General Lios couldn't risk being caught (even though he had five men around him). Not long after (ten minutes or so (he didn't want to hit her hard (later in the story you'll figure out why) that she awoke and began to hear voices.

"Send her to Freimos'. He'll know what to do, he always has," a deep, booming voice said.

"General, are you sure? Freimos is a big, irresponsible, unintellectual man," a calm, soothing voice said.

"I don't care, he keeps everything in control. Besides, there are no other options. We'll be there by tonight. No questions Lord Miel," the general said.

"General Lios," the soothing voice said a little more aggressive and quieter so no one around could hear, "you have to understand who she is. If she is hurt and she loses it... I hope you know where I am going with this."

"Yes, I know. Send her Freimos'. Tell him to give her an empty cell. Give her plenty of food, water, and fresh air. I know you will enhance these rules for the time both of you are there. Remember also what Emperor Doel has told you," General Lios turned around and swished his cape over Mariel's face, touching the tip of her nose. He left.

Lord Miel shook his head. He turned and ordered two nearby soldiers to carry her over to a carriage. They jammed her in an uncomfortable position and left to set fire to more things.

As she lay there she thought to herself. What do I have that they want? What do I have they want? What is it I could lose? She was puzzled at what the answers to this could be. As the carriage rolled on its way, she slept in a more comfortable position.

Soon after laying her head, she was pulled by her arms. Her eyes were huge as she hit the hard gravel ground on her bottom.

"Ah, a fresh one today," he turned to the general. "So this is her, huh? I will make her feel right at home." He pushed the door open to her grave.

She studied him closely. He looked to be around his thirties with a short and stout body, but with lots of muscle. They were ten times the size of regular men's muscles. He took up most of the room that they were crossing. The designs on his armored chest plate were beautiful with bleeding roses around the ends. Not to mention the main work, the man piercing a dragon and thorns painted on surrounding the art between the roses and it. Was it a picture of him defeating a dragon symbolizing his enemy, or the world?

The place they were in may have been humid and smelled of mold, but it too was very interesting. The woman looked down below the bridge and saw millions of tiny bridges and people going down and down and further down till you couldn't even see.

Then she realized this is Hellerox Prison. Horrors beyond anyone's imagination happens here. It was worse than Hell itself. She called to the man with pleading eyes who was pulling her, "What is going on? What have I done to deserve this? I have done nothing to you or anyone! I don't even know you!"

"Shut your goddamn mouth! I don't care about you!" he yelled at her as they neared a cell where the door was open.

"Who are you? What is your name?"

"I am Freimos, the king and head warden of this institute. You'll learn the name quickly and remember it till the day you die! Now get in there!" he grabbed her by the back of her neck and shoved her in head first. (My opinion:(m.o.) Ouch!) She fell onto her hands and knees and cried till there were no more tears.

Later that night, Freimos and Lord Miel walked across the bridge, Freimos and the woman had crossed earlier, and talked of murders in the old days, ones they themselves had committed, prisoners who needed to be executed. Then came the talk of the woman.

Freimos asked, "Is any rules of the prisoner I should know?"

Lord Miel told him the rules he was to obey by the order of General Lios.

"Who is she anyway? Why is she special?"

"She has the world in her hands."

"That's it? Not even a name?"

Lord Miel drew his sword, "No. If even a scratch is found on her body, it won't just be your head to pay the price. A message from Emperor Doel," he finished and walked away. Freimos was enraged.

How insulting, he thought, are we not loyal friends?

He became so angry as a guard was passing the bridge on the midnight shift, Freimos pushed him him off the bridge and stomped away.